Cockshutt Mike
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Well go ahead and laugh, but it has happened, I have gone soft hearted, soft headed or both. My house is in an opening in a heavy wooded area. Each morning and again each evening about dusk I have as few as 5 and at most 8 white tail that come to visit. They come within 100 feet of the house and at times get within 30 to 40 feet. Now that says to some......" MEAT ".....but when they just stand there and look at you with them big brown eyes, wiggle those ears, what can I say I just don't feel right. So they go about there business while I eat corn flakes and think about how soft I have become. By the way my father in law who lives with us hunted all his life, has bagged many, many deer, also can't bring himself to do it.